There was a time I believed in angles
I thought everything was true
I thought I had all the answers
With every line delivered on queue.

The stage seemed always set for me,
And all my props and lines did too
Eventually I came to see
The lime lights vastly dimming hue.

Torn from my starring role,
My only golden years
I lose a sense of innocence
Due to bigger fears.

My little stage
Is now a memory,
Merely written on a page
The fact that every actor must face this
Seems completely deranged.